Hey Sour

I knew you were trouble, all I wanted was someone to call honey. I'd do it all over again, much like our echos wrap around each other, marking lips with bite marks, a kiss that turned your song. I still dream about you, and though it bothers me I'm glad you are still about, even if I only see your ethereal self.

Dream escapes with sudden stops

Bad dreams are determined by the dreamer. Only certain people make my skin crawl, and girl you do that just right in all the wrong ways that I like. I don't know why you haunt me, but I certainly understand why I stay away.